an oldie, but one uncharacteristically inspired.
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My eyes see the world,
but my heart knows the path.
A fall journey under heated leaves unfurls
The last temptation of just wrath.
My brain kills the heart with logic,
but my soul ignites the ash.
Just the right mix of dream and drink,
keeps the brain at bay.
Precious wisps of past wishes
Evanesce into aether,
and the ethos after is sleepy eternity.